CAMP    HYMNS 

IN  ALPHABETICAL  ORDER. 
Published  by  the  S.  C.  Colportage  Board. 

1,  CM.  Atonement. 

1  ALAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  8u<'.h  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upoit  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown  I 

And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Weil  might  th3  sun  in  dnrkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears. 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

T'he  debt  of  love  I  owe: 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 
Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 
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2  CM.  Coronation 

1  ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angela  prostrate  fall; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, — 

A  remnant  weak  and  small, — 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  giiH  ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  O  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  full ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3.  C.  M.  Balerma. 

1  Amazing  grace — how  sweet  the  souhd! 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ; 
1  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found; 
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Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  : 
How  precious  did  that  g/ace  appear. 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'Tis  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me  ; 

His  word  my  hope  secures; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 

As  long  as  life  endures. 
6  Yes,  when  this  flesh   and  heart  shall  fail. 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess  within  the  veil 

A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

4.  CM.  Carolina. 

1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease. 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
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And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  J  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage  Lord  : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

«>  CM.  Balerma. 

1  APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  ray  only  plea ; 

With  this  I  venture  nigh; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee. 

And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I.  , J    ' 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin,  "^1 
,         By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 

By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
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I  come  to  tbee  for  reat, 
4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 
That  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

0  L.  M.  Charleston. 

1  AWAKE  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays. 
And  sing-  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  juRtly  claims  a  song  from  me — 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  free! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 

Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all  ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate — 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose. 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along — 

His  loving-kindness,  O  how  strong! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood — 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  good  ! 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale. 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
f) !  may  iny  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 


K  H.  M.  Lenox. 

1  BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 

The  gladly-solemn  sound; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  lands,  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come,  &c, 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive. 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come.  &c. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pardoning  grace  : 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near; 

Behold  your  Saviour's  face : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come,  &c. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come,  &c. 


8  L.  M.  Zei>liyr. 

1  BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command: 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
[s  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure, 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  rain; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new — 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

9  7s  Herald. 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  Heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing, 

Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  , 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 

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Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O,  ye  banished  seed,  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes — 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ! 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared — 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand, 
On  the  borders  of  your  land; 
Christ,  your  Father's  darling  son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

6  Lord!  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee  ! 

10  CM.  Ortonville. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers. 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
I'       In  these  cold  hearts  of  ourti 
a  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys, 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
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To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies, 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great? 

5  Come  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  poWers: 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

11  8s  &  7s.  Wilmof. 

1  COiVIE,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing. 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing. 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount — O  fix  me  on  it. 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

3  Here  I  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
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And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
4  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger. 
Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God, 
He,  to  sp.ve  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 
6  O,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  !  * 

Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter,- 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee! 
6  Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart.  Lord,  take  and  seal  it. 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

19  CM.  Martyrdom. 

1  COME,  weary  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve: — 

2  "rU  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts;  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "I'll  prostrate  lie  before  his  throne. 

And  there  ray  guilt  confess ; 
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I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch,  undone 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 
4  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
Wholse  sceptre  pardon  gives; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 
6  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 
6  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 
I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know, 
I  must  forever  die." 

13  S.   M.  Ehjdum. 

1  COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne, 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 

But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 

May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
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Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields. 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
4  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry; 
We're  marching  thro'Immanuel's  ground, 

To  fiiirer  worlds  on  high. 

14r  S.  M  Compassion. 

1  DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  wondering  angels  see : 
Be  thou  astonisned,  O  my  soul ! 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep  ; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

X5  L.  M.  Woodworth. 

1  FROM  e^ery  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  before  the  mercy-seat. 
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2  There  is  ;i  place  wjiere  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 
A  place  ofall  on  earth  most  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat, 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more; 
And    heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to 

greet,  *"' 

And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

16  S.  M.  Cranhrook. 

1  GRACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  ; 

Harmonious  to  the  ear ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roviii^  feet 

To  tread  the  he[#enly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 
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4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

17  8s  De  Fleury. 

1  HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet   birds  and  sweet 
flowers 

Have  lost  all  tbeir  sweetness  with  me  ; 
Tl*e  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him. 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  al!  within  me  rejoice  : 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I — 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face 

My  all  to  his  plliisure  resigned, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 
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While  blessed  with  a. sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear;    " 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 
4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song  ; 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
O,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore; 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

18  C.  M.  Magnolia, 

1  JERUSALEM!  my  glorious  home! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace  and  thee  1 
iJ  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven  -built 
walls 
And  pearly  gates  behold? 
Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold? 
3  O,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God. 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
'     .       And  Sabbaths  have  no  end? 

H  ir, 


4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

rvU)r  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats  I   through   rude    and    stormy 
scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  1  shrink  at  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

19  L.  M.  Zeiiliyr. 

1  .TESUS !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee! 
Ashamed  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  thro'  endless  days! 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus,  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No  ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  I  is  name. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus!  yes,  I  may 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away. 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave. 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

4  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain! 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me! 

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20  8s  c^c  7s.  Aberdeen. 

1   JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  ; 
Friendless,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thoii,  from  hence,  my  all  shall  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition. 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  cundition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own! 
'.i  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me; 

They  have  left,  my  Saviour  too; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  ; 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate  and  friends  disown  me  ; 

Show  thy  face  and  and  all  is  brio-ht. 


21  7s.  (Double.)  JIarfi/n. 

1  JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 

While  the  tempelt  still  is  high; 
Hide  me,  O,  my  Saviour,  hide,  ^ 
Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
O  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 
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2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  Ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ! 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want, 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
False  and  full  oi  sin,  1  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


22  Ij-  M.  Charleston. 

1  JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone. 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ! 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went — 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness — 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

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3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  and  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  Tlio  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  sinned  and  slumbled  but  the  more  ; 
Till  late  1  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Come,  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo  !  g!ad  I  come  !  and  thou  blest  Lamb, 
Shall  take  me  to  thee  as  I  ami 

My  sinful  self  to  thee  I  give: 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  : 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say — Behold  the  way  to  God! 


23  C.  M.       Remembrance. 

1  JESUS,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 
'      As  such  I  look  to  thee  ; 

Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 
O  Lord,  remember  me! 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace. 

Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans. 
And  then  remember  me  ! 
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3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God, 

I  yield  myself  to  thee; 
While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
O  Lord,  remember  me ! 

4  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

But  thy  salvation's  free  ; 
Then,  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 

0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

6  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distressed, 
Howe'er  oppressed  I  be ; 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me  ! 
6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death. 
And  creature  helps  all  flee, 
Then.  O  my  great  Redeemer-God, 

1  pray,  remember  me! 

24  L.  xM.  Zephyr. 

1  JUSTiis  I  am,  without  one  plea. 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
And  that  thou  bidst  me  come  to  thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am — and  waiting  not 

To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot — 
To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  eachspot 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come  ! 
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3  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come  I 

4  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown, 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea. thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  1  come  ! 


25  L.  M.  Wells. 

1  LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  to  insure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given 
To  escape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven  ; 
The  day  of  jjrace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 

Their  memory  and  their  sense  are  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 
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Then  what  m4y  thoughts  design  to  do,'-^ 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue,    ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

)  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste, 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 


26  S.  M.  Imther. 

1  MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won. 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  ray  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath. 
To  his  divine  abode. 
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27  8s.  &  7s.  Wi'Imot. 

1  ONE  there  is,  above  all  others 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

3  Could  we  bear  from  one  another 

What  he  daily  bears  from  us  ? 
Yet  this  glorious  Friend  and  Brother 
Loves  U8  though  we  treat  him  thus. 

4  O !  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ; 

Teach  us.  Lord, at  length  to  love; 
We  alas  !  forget  too  often 
What  a  friend  we  have  above. 


28  CM.  Jordan. 

1  ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight! — 
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Sweet  fields,  arrayed  in  living*  green, 

And  rivers  of  deligiit.  j 

3  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

5  Filled  with  delight,  ray  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay ; 
1  hough  Jordan's  waves  around  me  rofl^    | 
I'd  fearless  launch  away. 

29  rs.  Martyn. 

1  ROCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  rae, 
Let  rae  hide  rayself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  side,  a  healing  flood, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure,— 

Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know. 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone. 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring ; 

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Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 
3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne, — 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

30  7's.  Ilendon. 

1  SINNERS,  turn  ;  why  wUl  ye  die? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ; 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  witli  himself  to  live. 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ; 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why  : 
Will  ye  not  in  him  believe? 

He  has  died  that  je  might  live. 

3  Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  unpardoned  .sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace  and  die  ? 

4  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  : 
Often  with  you  has  he  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love. 

5  Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 

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Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  1 
O,  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  1 

31  S.  M.  Temperance. 

1  SOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  gird  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  his  eternal  Son. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power, 
The  man  who  in  the  Saviour  trusts 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then,  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued, 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God ; — 

4  That,  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
You  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 

And  stand  complete  at  lasU 
6  From  strength,  to  strength  go  on; 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 

And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

6  Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 
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In  all  his  soldiers,  "Come," 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descends  from  high, 
And  takes  the  conquerors  home. 

32  L.  M.  Bossiin. 

1  STAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on; 
March  to  the  gates  ot  endless  joy. 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course  ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes; 
Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on — 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown. 

And  triumph  in  aJmighty  grace. 
While  all  the  armies  ot  the  skies, 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

33  8s.  7s.  OUo. 
1  SWEET  tlie  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend. 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
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2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 
Low  before  his  cross  to  lie  ; 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  tears  hfsfeet  I'll  bathe  ; 

Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 
Still  to  my  Redeemer  go  ; 

Prove  his  wounds  each  d^y  more  healing, 
And  himself  more  truly  know. 

34  CM.  I<ountain. 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins: 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain,  in  his  day  ; 
O  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he. 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  Qod 
Are  sjvved,  to  sin  no  more. 
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4  E'er  since,  by  f;iith  I  saw  tlie  slream      j| 

Thy  flowing  wourlQs  supply, 
riedeeminff  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  faltering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

35  C.  M.  Woodland. 

1  THERE  is  a  lime,  we  know  not  when — 

A  point,  we  know  not  where. 
That  marks  the  destiiiy  of  men, 
To  glory  or  despair, 

2  There  is  a  line,  by  us  unseen. 

That  crosses  every  path  ; 
The  hidden  boundary  between 
God's  patienc"  and  his  wrath. 

3  O  where  is  the  mysterious  bourne, 

By  which  our  path  is  crossed, 
Beyond  which,  God  himself  has  sworn,' 
That  he  who  goes,  is  lost? 

4  How  long  may  we  go  on  in  sin  : 

How  long  will  God  forbear; 
Where  does  hope  end,  and  where  begin 
The  confines  of  despair! 
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An  answer  from  the  skies  is  sent : 
"Ye  that  from  God  depart, 

While  it  is  called  to-day  repent, 
And  harden  not  your  heart." 


36  C.  M.  Joy. 

1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ! 

May  1  but  safely  reach  my  home. 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


37  L.  M.  Dwight 

\  WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given; 
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But  soon,  ah,  soon,  approaching  night, 

Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 
Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave. 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring. 

And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 
In  that  lone  land  of  deep^ despair 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly' light  shall  rise, 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer. 

No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 
While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away. 

While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 


38  C.  M.  Brattle-St. 

1  WHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting fower, 
'    Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  1  see! 
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Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favoured  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye  without  a  teat. 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee.  ' 


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